i guess Proud Boys ride motorcycles, lots of people do. Anyway, barely gave the group a thought, until

some witchiepoo has-been had made some snarkey little jibe (yep, here we go with the three year-old girl-child in soiled pull-ups...).  Anyway, somehow sparked a dream i had last night - one of those my-husband-is-still-alive ones.  In the dream, a large group of bikers had rented an outside area for a party and or function - i remember the landlady/manager of the place, she was like a biker, and not shy about this or that on the contract.  In the dream, there was something about these men - like they had purpose, it was like on their faces.  

My husband and i were there - don't know why, my husband did not own a motorcycle.  He was more a pickup-truck sort of person.  But anyway, he was among the men, guess they were talking guy/political stuff.  Meanwhile, i felt rather out of place and wanted to be elsewhere.  It's a gender thing, men and women are different.  Men generally are interested in things that women generally are not - and vice-versa.